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[Non-Fiction] A Tribute

Posted on: 25 January 2010

Once upon a time, we’ve watched sunsets. We’ve raised empires and shattered them, while saving countless lives and condemning them. We’ve traveled faraway lands and explored the depths of our souls, and we’ve scrutinised our own homes yet witnessed the immense breadth of human nature.

You were with me when I was a boy, and you took my hand to raise me up onto a platform. When I stood atop it, staring out at the wonderful expanse before us that was called “our school,” you looked at me and nodded, grinning. When I grew a bit older and we stood together on the bridge, staring out at the cold night while dodging the tyrannical eighth graders and their dastardly machinations, you were throwing water balloons back. When I was breathing heavily backstage, waiting for the preview to begin as I would be forced out onto the stage to perform, you put your hand on my shoulder and nodded again.

You were with me when I was a young man, and you took my hand to help me to my feet. When I got back upon the ground, shaking all the dirt off my clothes, you laughed with me and punched me in the shoulder. When I whooped and kicked a door, earning myself a detention, you were right there too, sitting at the next desk, in for the same crime. When I needed you the most, when I was hurt and suffering, you were there to give me a shoulder. When I looked out onto the wide expanses of Italy, breath taken by the wind, you were there to point out that it really was getting quite late and we’d miss the bus if I dilly-dallied any further, so could you just stop staring and start moving? When I walked up and down and around, up again, and accepted a sheet, then threw my hat into the air, you were there, throwing your hat with me, screaming in jubilance with me.

And now, you’re with me again when I’m older, coming into my own. You’re standing by my side, turning to face the wind, as we take our steps forward into this amazing future in order to witness what’s next. Our footprints trail out behind us, a massive entanglement that spells a wonderful story. And our path in front of us, while unclear, is enough for us to follow.

To you, all of my companions, thank you.

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ABOUT THE HAWKING CHILD

My name is Daniel Hawking.

There are three fractions that make up this persona.

One of which is sealed closed via the physical realm of the world. One of which is unlocked via the medium known as the Internet. One of which is standing tall, watching over the wondrous horizon in front of him.

Of the first, this is the one most who have met me see, the one shunned, the one unappreciated, the one treated as entertainment instead of a colleague, the one shunted off to the side.

Of the second, only a select few have been able to meet. Coherency and truthful thoughts are the hallmarks of those knowing this fraction, as are trust and belief. Most of the dearest friends know of this section.

Of the third...? Revival of the finest order, as the phoenix of a prince rises from his own ashes. The adventurer, a traveler.

Regardless of fates, this is who I am now.

Daniel Hawking. Prince of Aralonia.

One of many.

A representative of Aralonia.

Together, the collective mindset of a nation.

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